by Kay Gordon
She started to drag one hand down my chest, stomach, and didn’t stop until she was covering the obvious bulge in shorts. The moment her fingers grazed my cock, I was a goner.
I stood from the stool and grabbed the backs of her thighs, pulling her to me until our hips were perfectly aligned. She gasped and I immediately took her mouth again, savoring the way her tongue danced against mine.
“Where’s your bedroom?” I murmured without removing my lips, encouraging her to hook a leg around my hip. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gestured upwards with her head, not bothering to stop kissing me.
I lifted her and she wrapped her other leg around my waist. I walked us up the stairs while her mouth sucked on the side of my neck and her hips slowly undulated against mine. There was one point in the second-story hallway where I had to stop and press her against the wall because my legs threatened to give out under the pleasure.
While I had her there, I used one hand to pull the elastic out of her ponytail, allowing her hair to fall down her neck. It smelled fragrant, like some sort of fruit, and I wanted to bury my face in it.
When we finally made it to the master bedroom, I didn’t take the opportunity to appreciate our surroundings. I moved to the bed and dropped Victoria onto it, following immediately so my body was covering hers.
“Too many clothes,” she mumbled as she tugged on the hem of my purple shirt. I nodded in agreement and grabbed hers before she could take mine off. I removed it easily and had to suck in a breath when I saw what was underneath.
The black, cotton bra wasn’t anything special by any means but it might as well have been the most expensive piece of lingerie ever made. Her breasts heaved against the fabric and my hands itched to touch them. In the baggy clothing she wore like armor, it was hard to tell just how magnificent they were. Not too big or too small- They were going to fit my palms perfectly.
Her stomach was flat and firm, with slight definition showing off her abdominal muscles, and I knew she worked hard to get the body she had just to hide it all away. When I tore my eyes from her torso so I could look at her face, I saw the insecurity behind her eyes.
“You’re beautiful, Victoria.”
Her throat moved when she swallowed and a brilliant blush hit her cheeks before spreading down to her neck.
“How far down does that blush go?” I asked in a low voice, using a finger to toy with one of the straps on her bra. She squirmed beneath me but a challenging look hit her face.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself, Evan?”
It was the first time she’d ever called me by my first name and fuck if that didn’t turn me on even more. I leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to her lips before reaching around to unhook her bra.
“I think I’ll do just that.”
Slowly, like I was unwrapping a gift, I pulled each strap down. I inhaled a long breath and tossed the fabric aside. Another wave of want hit me instantly.
Her small, pink nipples were demanding my attention on top of a pair of tits that I had to touch. Slowly, I cupped them in both of my palms, reveling in how they were the perfect handful, and let my thumbs swipe across her stiff peaks. When I leaned down and took one into my mouth, Victoria gasped and grabbed a fistful of my hair.
“You. Get your clothes off.” She used that grip on my hair to pull my face from her chest and I grinned at the out of control look on her face.
I pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the side. When Victoria ran her hands down my bare chest, nothing else mattered. I stood from the bed and had my shorts and boxers down in record time before reaching up to untie the drawstring on her pants. She raised her hips slightly to allow me to pull them off, leaving her in a pair of red, cotton underwear. The contrast of that bright red fabric against her pale skin was striking.
She was different than other women I’d been with body-wise. I usually preferred my women soft and feminine but I knew immediately that Victoria had changed everything. Her body was firm but no less feminine. The curve of her hips flared out, giving me the perfect spot to place my hands, and I knew that she could take everything I gave her physically and not break.
“You’re still sure about this?” I asked as I slowly moved back onto the bed, trailing my hands up her smooth calves and thighs. I had just reached the edge of her underwear when she nodded.
“So sure.”
That was all I needed. I ran a finger between her legs, along the already damp fabric, and loved how her back bowed off the bed. I pulled the underwear down quickly and stood at the foot of the bed so I could look at her.
Her blonde hair was fanned out on the pillow behind her, with one hand up resting by her head. Her other hand was on her stomach and I could almost see it twitching with the desire to cover herself up. Her tits heaved as she breathed and her legs slowly parted, like an invitation.
I moved back onto the bed so I was between her knees. I trailed my lips up until I was kissing the inside of her thigh. When I looked up her body to make sure she was still okay, her face was panicked, almost feral.
I stopped my mouth’s ascent but didn’t move away from her skin. Instead, I slid my hand up until it was covering hers on her stomach. She immediately linked her fingers with mine and released a shuddering breath.
“It’s been a long time for me.” Her voice was a whisper and that ache in my chest from earlier reappeared. I squeezed her hand.
“Want me to stop?”
Her eyes went even wider at the suggestion. “God, no.”
“Good.” I chuckled and squeezed her hand again. “Relax, baby. I’ve got you.”
Her body did relax but for just a brief moment. When I kissed up to the apex of her thighs, Victoria’s entire body went still and she held her breath. I pressed my nose against her soft curls and the second my tongue ran along her middle, that breath came out in a whoosh.
The way she tasted was completely indescribable and I felt myself frenzied with the desire for more. I slowly pushed a finger inside of her and groaned against her slick flesh when I felt how tight she was. When I thought of her body hugging my cock like it was hugging my finger, it was almost enough to cause me to blow my load right then and there. I focused on the movements of my fingers, my mouth, and loved how responsive she was.
“Evan.” She began to move her hips against my face and I could tell she was close by the way her grip on my hair tightened. “Oh, shit. Ev, I’m-”
A low moan interrupted her words and her whole body tensed as waves of her orgasm took over. I kept my eyes on her face while never slowing my movements and I swear- it was one of the greatest things I had ever seen in my entire life.
Her body went slack and I pulled my finger from her before kissing right below her belly button. I kept kissing my way up her stomach, giving both of her delicious nipples some attention, and she pressed her lips to mine once I was close enough. Her nails dug into my shoulders and I shifted until my cock was positioned between her legs. I slid in, just an inch, and Victoria’s leg came up to hook around my waist, encouraging me to go deeper.
I took a deep breath to try and hold off my own orgasm. Any deeper and I’d be screwed. She was too tight, too warm, and…
“Shit.” I pulled back and her eyes flew open.
“What’s wrong? Don’t stop.”
I leaned down and brushed my lips against hers. “Unless you’re on birth control, I need to stop and get a condom.”
She shook her head and all but shoved me off her. “No birth control. Get a condom.”
My desperation probably would have been funny if I’d been on the outside looking in. I think I managed to get to my shorts, get my wallet, find a condom, roll it on, and position myself back between her thighs within about twelve seconds.
“Still good?” I asked, rubbing my nose against hers, and she nodded as I hooked her leg back around my waist where it had been. “Good.”
It took several shallow thrusts before I could
press inside of her completely but once I was there, I knew I never wanted to leave. Nothing and no one had ever felt so amazing.
I didn’t move. I stayed like I was, the two of us connected, and the intensity of the moment was almost scary. Victoria’s green eyes blazing up at me told me that she felt it, too. She swallowed slowly and brought her other leg up so they were both cinched around me tight. That was all the encouragement I needed.
Our slow movements didn’t last too long and soon I was pounding into her like a mad man. My name fell from her lips like an anthem as she begged me to go faster, told me to go harder, using words that lit my blood on fire. My release barreled into me like a train with no derailment in sight but I needed her to get there again, too.
I shifted us so her ankles were on my shoulders, allowing me to go even deeper, and I ran my fingers down to where we were joined. A couple of quick circles had her breaking apart beneath me, crying my name and thrashing like a woman possessed.
I fucking loved it. The sight alone was too much and the most intense orgasm I could ever remember having hit me. The intensity was so much that I went still on top of Victoria, likely crushing her body but there was nothing I could do. I was rendered completely useless.
Chapter Fifteen
Tori
I woke up slowly, feeling completely rested but somehow exhausted at the same time. As my eyes blinked open, I suddenly realized that I wasn’t alone.
A large forearm was draped across my waist, holding me to the bed, and I felt panic rise in my throat. I turned my head quickly and the terror immediately receded when I saw Evan Coleman’s sleeping face. God, he was still handsome as all hell, even when he was dead to the world asleep.
A different kind of panic hit me. What the hell had I done?
Evan Coleman. That’s what I’d done. About four times, too. The sore, underused muscles that I hadn’t realized didn’t get love on a daily basis were proof of that.
After the first time, we’d used the only condom Evan had in his wallet and I was disappointed until I remembered the box in my closet. At Megan’s bridal shower, Kelly had thought it was hilarious to pass out party favors to all of the guests. In this box of favors, there was a vibrating bullet, edible underwear, freakin’ anal beads, massage oil, and pleasure enhancing lubricant. Most importantly, though, a box of colorful condoms that were ‘ribbed for her pleasure’.
I mean, they weren’t wrong. After not having sex for so long, any sex probably would have been decent, but the sex with Evan Coleman had been mind-blowing.
That thought only made my panic grow. I had to get out. I couldn’t face him in the light of the day without whiskey encouragement. I had no idea what he was thinking. I’d thrown myself at him like a desperate floozy the night before. I’d begged him for things I hadn’t begged for in a long ass time.
As stealthily as possible, I rolled out of bed. My bed. Shit.
Evan didn’t stir at my movements. His arm dropped to the bed where I’d been and he continued sleeping on his side with his other arm curled under his cheek. The sheet covered him up to his waist, leaving his chest on display.
He was like a work of art. His shoulders were broad and his chest firm, with a light dusting of brown hair. His muscles looked like they were carved from stone, proving that he spent quite a bit of time working out. His brown hair was a crazy mess on top of his head from where I’d yanked on it several times, especially when he’d had his face between my legs.
“Stop thinking about it, Tori,” I whisper-scolded myself. Thinking about his skillful tongue was counterproductive.
Thinking about any of it was counterproductive. It’d been a long time since I’d felt feminine or girly but Evan managed to do just that. Between the way he picked me up and effortlessly carried me around and the way he looked at my body like it was something to be worshiped, I felt one-hundred percent like a woman for the first time maybe ever.
A shiver ran up my spine at the memory and I shook my head, as if to clear my thoughts.
I opened my drawers as quietly as I could and started pulling articles of clothing out. I had just wrapped my hand around a pair of underwear when a deep, sleepy voice spoke behind me.
“Are you panicking, Victoria?”
I jumped slightly and took a deep breath before turning to face the man who’d given me the best orgasms of my life.
He was still laying in my bed, although he’d rolled to his back and was looking at me under heavy eyelids. When those eyes widened slightly and began running down my body, I realized I was still completely naked.
I cleared my throat and resisted the urge to cover myself. It’s not like he hadn’t seen it all already. Without the whiskey, I wasn’t feeling nearly as brave.
“Kind of.”
“Come here, sweetheart.” He held his hand out but I didn’t move to take it. After about ten seconds, he raised his brows. “Please come here.”
My feet moved without my permission and soon I was standing next to my bed. The clothes in my hands fell to the floor when Evan wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me back into the bed so I was beneath his equally naked body.
Being cocooned in his hold helped ease some of the nervousness and it dissipated completely when he leaned down to kiss me. It wasn’t a passionate kiss but something sweet instead. He pulled back just enough so our foreheads were pressed together.
“Do you regret last night, Tor?”
“No.” And it was the absolute truth. Being with Evan had been magnificent. The pleasure, the intimacy… it was everything I’d been missing. “I don’t. I just… What happens now?”
“Like right this minute or after we leave this bed?” The feeling of his heavy erection against my thigh made my heart beat quicker and I shifted beneath him until he was settled between my legs. A smile quirked on his lips and he thrust forward slightly, causing me to gasp. He moved until his teeth could graze my earlobe. “You’re already so wet, Victoria.”
I moaned and arched my hips up to meet his. “Let’s worry about what we’re doing right this second and we’ll talk about the after bed stuff later.”
Evan’s mouth crashed to mine and we shared a zealous kiss while our hands roamed each other’s bodies. He easily made me feel all the things I hadn’t in years- Beautiful, desired, sexy, and even precious. It was an overload of feelings, honestly.
He was paying attention to my breasts when the doorbell rang and we both froze. He looked up at me and scraped his teeth along my nipple before smiling.
“Expecting anyone?”
I shook my head and moaned when his scratchy stubble ran across my throat as he shifted. “No. It’s probably girl scouts or something. It’s a cutesy neighborhood like that. Ignore them.”
The doorbell rang again but we were too busy kissing to care. Suddenly, Evan pulled back and looked at me with raised brows.
“It sounds like they’re unlocking the door.”
I froze and strained my ears to listen. Sure enough, the sound of my front door opening could be heard. I pushed on Evan’s chest and slid out from beneath his body as quickly as possible. I grabbed the shorts I’d pulled from the dresser and pulled them on in record time. I had just grabbed for the shirt I’d been wearing the day before when a frantic voice called out from downstairs.
“Tori?”
“Oh, shit.” I pulled the purple shirt over my head and glanced at Evan. “That’s Megan. She must have grabbed my emergency spare key from Owens.”
I didn’t wait for him to reply before rushing out of the bedroom. I had just hit the top of the stairs at the same time Kelly had started climbing them and a look of relief crossed her face.
“Oh, thank god.” She twisted slightly before yelling, “She’s here, Gan.”
“What’s going on?” I asked, walking down the stairs slowly as the second Gold sister appeared. Like Kelly, relief hit her face.
“Holy crap, woman. Simon didn’t see your text a
bout the car until this morning and then you didn’t answer your phone. When we drove by the soccer field and saw your car was still there, we were worried something happened to you.”
“Oh, nope.” I forced a smile to my face that felt incredibly stiff. “Thanks for caring, though. You girls are awesome.”
Both of them stared at me as the three of us stood at the landing to my stairs and I shifted uncomfortably. Kelly was still inspecting me carefully when Megan spoke.
“How did you get home?”
“Uh, a friend brought me.”
Megan nodded, like my answered satisfied her, but Kelly and her big mouth spoke up.
“You had sex last night.” When I started to shake my head, she rolled her eyes. “Don’t even deny it. You’ve got that post-orgasmic glow to go along with your just-fucked hair. Plus, there’s a pair of men’s shoes right there and a men’s hat near the two empty glasses on the counter.”
I groaned and slapped a hand over my eyes. “Remind me why I like you guys?”
A deep chuckle rumbled from the stairs above us and I didn’t remove me hand from my face even once a large arm had dropped over my shoulders. Evan’s warmth radiated from his body and I had the sudden urge to drag him back upstairs. Luckily he spoke before I acted on those urges.
“Hello. Megan, good to see you again.”
“Damn, Gan.” Kelly spoke in a loud, exaggerated whisper and I could tell she was smiling. “Is this who you were telling me about? Is Tori doing the hot detective?” She grunted, telling me that her sister had elbowed her, and I finally removed my hand from my face. The sisters were grinning as they looked between Evan and me.
“Okay. So, I’m alive. Thanks for checking in. I appreciate it.” I looked pointedly at the door but neither woman moved. I sighed as I turned to focus my attention on Evan and wanted to groan all over again.
He was wearing his shorts from the day before but was completely shirtless. His delicious chest was on display and the shorts were hanging low on his hips, showing off that v-shaped muscle that I distinctly remembered wanting to lick the night before. Hell, even his bare feet were somehow sexy.